22
Aribel
“Surprise!” Cheyenne cried, pushing her way through the crowd and to my side.
“Uh…what is all of this?” I asked dumbfounded.
“A birthday party of course!”
I stared around at the crowd of faces. All of my friends, the band, a large portion of the groupies that I had started to recognize by face, even Sydney was here. I hadn’t seen her since the ski lodge. My eyes searched through the crowd for the face I was sure to find among them.
But no.
No Grant.
I’d been sure for a moment that Grant hadn’t answered my call because he was here for the celebration. But I didn’t see him.
“Oh. You put this all together?”
“Well, no,” Cheyenne admitted.
Gabi came up next to her. “Grant planned it all. Got everyone to come tonight and keep it quiet. He’s been planning it since that night
